The Otterbein Hymnal Part 65

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380 Cast Thy Burden on the Lord.

Cast thy burden on the Lord, And he will sustain thee, and strengthen thee, and comfort thee; He will sustain thee, and comfort thee; He will sustain thee, he will comfort thee; Cast thy burden on the Lord!

381 Lux Benigna. 10s. & 4s.

_Lead Thou Me On._

Lead, kindly Light, amid th' encircling gloom, Lead thou me on, The night is dark, and I am far from home, Lead thou me on; Keep thou my feet; I do not ask to see The distant scene; one step enough for me.

2 I was not ever thus, nor prayed that thou Shouldst lead me on; I loved to choose and see my path, but now Lead thou me on; I loved the garish day, and spite of fears, Pride ruled my will. Remember not past years.

3 So long thy pow'r has blessed me, sure it still Will lead me on; O'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till The night is gone; And with the morn those angel faces smile Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile.

Cardinal J.H. Newman

382 Joy Cometh in the Morning. P.M.

_Joy After Weeping._

Oh, weary pilgrim, lift your head, For joy cometh in the morning; For G.o.d, in his own Word, hath said That joy cometh in the morning.

Cho.--Joy cometh in the morning, Joy cometh in the morning; Weeping may endure for a night, But joy cometh in the morning.

2 Ye trembling saints, dismiss your fears, For joy cometh in the morning; Oh, weeping mourner, dry your tears, For joy cometh in the morning.

3 Let ev'ry burdened soul look up, For joy cometh in the morning; And ev'ry trembling sinner hope, For joy cometh in the morning.

4 Our G.o.d shall wipe all tears away, For joy cometh in the morning; Sorrow and sighing flee away, For joy cometh in the morning.

M.M. Weinland.

383 Landis. S.M.

_G.o.d's Tenderness in Our Grief._ (883)

How tender is thy hand, Oh, thou beloved Lord!

Afflictions come at thy command, And leave us at thy word.

2 How gentle was the rod That chastened us for sin!

How soon we found a smiling G.o.d, Where deep distress had been!

3 A Father's hand we felt, A Father's heart we knew; With tears of penitence we knelt, And found his word was true.

4 We told him all our grief, We thought of Jesus' love; A sense of pardon brought relief, And bade our pains remove.

Thomas Hastings.

384 Retreat. L.M.

_The Mercy-Seat._ (787)

From every stormy wind that blows, From every swelling tide of woes, There is a calm, a sure retreat;-- 'Tis found before the mercy-seat.

2 There is a place where Jesus sheds The oil of gladness on our heads,-- A place, than all besides, more sweet; It is the blood-bought mercy-seat.

3 There is a spot where spirits blend, Where friend holds fellows.h.i.+p with friend; Though sundered far, by faith they meet Around one common mercy-seat.

4 There, there, on eagle's wings we soar, And time, and sense seem all no more; And heaven comes down our souls to greet, And glory crowns the mercy-seat!

5 Oh! may my hand forget her skill, My tongue be silent, cold, and still, This bounding heart forget to beat, If I forget the mercy-seat!

Hugh Stowell, 1827.

385 Retreat. L.M.

_Design of Prayer._ (796)

Prayer is appointed to convey The blessings G.o.d designs to give: Long as they live should Christians pray; They learn to pray when first they live.

2 If pain afflict or wrongs oppress; If cares distract, or fears dismay; If guilt deject; if sin distress; In every case, still watch and pray.

3 'Tis prayer supports the soul that's weak, Tho' thought be broken, language lame, Pray, if thou canst or canst not speak, But pray with faith in Jesus' name.

4 Depend on him, thou canst not fail; Make all thy wants and wishes known; Fear not, his merits must prevail, Ask but in faith, it shall be done.

Joseph Hart. _D._ 1768

386 Retreat. L.M.

_Psalm 104:34._ (794)

My G.o.d, is any hour so sweet From blush of morn to evening star, As that which calls me to thy feet, The calm and holy hour of prayer?

2 Blest is the tranquil break of morn, And blest the hush of solemn eve, When on the wings of prayer up-borne, This fair, but transient, world I leave.

3 Then is my strength by thee renewed; Then are my sins by thee forgiven; Then dost thou cheer my solitude, With clear and beauteous hopes of heaven.

4 No words can tell what sweet relief, There for my every want I find; What strength for warfare, balm for grief, What deep and cheerful peace of mind.